To Vent

A blurbie. I often write poetry, for whatever reason, when I'm angry. And here, of course, is the result.

I’m drowning
In these thoughts,
In these lies.
I’ve been stabbed.

My surroundings grow bleak and dark with my own demise, my blood that was shed on your behalf, because of what you’ve done.

My vision is red
With rage,
With hurt,
Just like my blood.

You provide me with nothing but fury, hatred, toward myself, toward the people that I thought I trusted. But you won’t leave me be.

I want to scream,
To fly away,
To dive beneath the earth,
So everything will leave.

You drive me insane. Though I want to hide, what I really want is to rip your face, your body, your existence to microscopic shreds.

Leave me alone.
Shut your eyes.
Shut your mouth.
Do not screw with me.

I will one day grow immune to the words…nay, the lies that drip from that sorry excuse of a muscle that you call a tongue.

Author's Note

*I personally consider myself horrible at writing poetry, yet it's a therapeutic method that somehow ends up in my document files anyway. Reviews are always awesome and such, but I'll be honest, I wouldn't waste my time on reviewing my poetry.
Thank you very much, though.

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

LOL, I consider myself a terrible poet too :) I don't usually write poetry. Besides, reviewing is NOT a waste of time. This poem is wonderfully interesting. It makes me wonder....hmmm...what happened to the narrator in the story? Why does he/she seem to...be really depressed? Anyways, I'm a non-rhyming poet and I'm better at writing stories than poems (I never know how to start one. LOL) and this is wonderful.

[Dreamer]

dont be so hard on yourself!! You have good emotions in ur poem! poems are usually best when we have emotions attached!!!
ps u have the f-word in ur poem...maybe u should rate this...:)
keep writing!!